lovely_ambition (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
lovely_ambition) wrote2010-02-28 12:20 pm
lovely_ambition) wrote2010-02-28 12:20 pm
Entry tags:
Drabble-Month: Day #28
She’s several feet taller than she used to be and yet when she reaches out to grab her hair like he’s still in wolf-form, he can’t help the whimpered yowl that escapes him before he cranes his neck back to glare at her. It still takes him slightly by surprise to see her as she is, a vast array of skin and eyes that bear into him and fiery-red hair that is so easy to card his fingers through.
“Stop it,” Link demands when she tugs again.
She giggles, that condescending and infuriating little sound of hers. And then instead of tugging again, she clasps on lightly and leans in to kiss him softly, with such familiarity that sometimes he forgets how much time they spent together.
“You may not be my pup anymore,” she murmurs against his ear, her voice low and sultry in a way that he’s still not used to, “but I can still tell you what to do and get away with it.”
And it’s a shame that Link knows she’s got that dead right.
“Stop it,” Link demands when she tugs again.
She giggles, that condescending and infuriating little sound of hers. And then instead of tugging again, she clasps on lightly and leans in to kiss him softly, with such familiarity that sometimes he forgets how much time they spent together.
“You may not be my pup anymore,” she murmurs against his ear, her voice low and sultry in a way that he’s still not used to, “but I can still tell you what to do and get away with it.”
And it’s a shame that Link knows she’s got that dead right.
no subject
no subject